We were all battered and beaten. I distinctly remember a sword going through my chest on six separate occasions. They fell just as much as we though they would but they knew. They knew there was only six of us and were licking our wounds behind that ridge. She mustered up every ounce of Light in her and threw a single defiant Nova Bomb towards the square. Of course they scattered but they were still there. Waiting. Watching. Soon they would get restless. And then a fear came over me that I have never experienced to this day. It was as if I got up with him. Of course he couldn't look us in the eye. What would he say? Both knives in hand, he approached the square, a slight limp in his left leg. Light bended and shifted slightly as he got closer. They were surprised. Amused. I swear I saw sparks of arc light come off him, asking....begging the fallen to make the first move. He stopped on where the bomb met ground, his ether-splattered arms, some of his own blood, sending a deadly message. We all held our breathes, ready to go die with him. The crackle of swords surrounded him, he started to glow, and in that moment I knew. He was going to kill them all, one by one. He was not gonna allow the fallen to touch him. And more importantly was not gonna allow the fallen to touch us.